The Death Match Novels & Stories

Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage. "What escaped? How did she escape? And why did she do that? I thought she wanted to die so she committed suicide and broke my list! Now she merged with the others? Humans are so demented! " In her anger the whole room really shook as if things will not last long from the very strong presence of the Death Compiler.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

His golden orbs met mine as he slightly nodded, acknowledging and reminding me of the simple mission he bestowed upon us. I surveyed other participants in the annual game. Judging their body built, I could say who were the contestants who deserve to gain my attention since they possess the energy and power I was familiar with. Today marked the twenty-seventh death race between packs. It was not a simple race. It was bloody, and most of the time, participants were fated to die to bring shame to their pack. And I promise, despite my form and inability, I would end up brandishing our pack's flag.

Their match lasted for six minutes before one of them dropped dead, too. The fourth match was more exciting than the first three matches. Both fighters were hungry for blood. They both look ready to tear each other's heads off. Their hunger made the viewers more excited. The crowd gets louder. Then the final match came up. It was between Arman and one of his closest friends in the compound. He doesn't want to fight him, but Arman knew he had no choice. It's either him or his friend. Arman wanted to cry because of the realization that his life became one big survival game.

Gerard, the base director of Ark Two, chuckled. "What's the fun in saving people? If we're going to play, let's do it properly. How about a killing match instead? Whoever kills the most wins. That includes the Gifted from the other bases, too," he added casually. "The fight goes on until only one Gifted is left standing." Hayley listened to him and thought for a few seconds. "Fine," she said. "Base K1 will bet ten thousand pounds of grain that we win." "That sounds interesting." Ark One spoke up next. "We'll match that. Ten thousand pounds. Ark One bets on ourselves."

I try to keep my hands from shaking by squeezing them together, but I am failing. "The seats are the same as yesterday. Remember, the Galaxy is watching. Smile. Make sure to be expressive with your faces as you watch, which won't be hard. These fights are nothing but intense. Friends become enemies in the tournament until a winner is confirmed. A mate is more important than anything else in the world. They will kill to win the mate that they believe they should have... Death is frowned upon but not unheard of," Zalu says, and my eyebrows draw together as my hands go limp. Have champions died in the Harvest? If a Champion dies in this Harvest...

The tension was finally released, and they turned back to their normal selves, laughing and making fun of each other. "How are the preparations for the auction going?" Amy asked Levi; he was doing all that these past few days. "We're all set, the auction is the day after tomorrow." He said, and she nodded along. "You guys know the plan." She said in her cold 'Amy tone', which was lifeless but enough to scare the person to death. "Let's get this war started." She said and looked outside the window. The time was drawing near, the moment she meets the people she wants to kill the most.

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Meredith wasn't sure if the Death Contract was enough to keep Brayden. What was she thinking? Keep Brayden? Meredith let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She needed this Death Contract for her family. But Brayden could leave her for Mizuki if he wanted to. Even though they both signed it to death do they part. Meredith wouldn't be able to fight Brayden in any kind of court for her life back. Even though Meredith couldn't understand why Brayden had chosen her over Mizuki she knew one thing. Mizuki had challenged her and she wasn't going to back down.